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СКАЧАТЬ he was seldom wrong in his character analyses. Whether fictional or real, he discerned people. Right now, he discerned trouble for Brody Thomson and concern in Carrie Riley.

      Posture erect, the tidy librarian clasped her hands together on top of the table. Her fingernails were unpolished, unlike the pearl-pink toes from Friday night. She wore no jewelry on her slim fingers, either. Another point of interest he filed away.

      “Brody acted very uncomfortable about me driving him home,” she said in her soft-as-rainwater voice. “He wanted me to drop him off in town. He said he’d rather walk.”

      “You let him?”

      “No. I insisted on driving him all the way to his house.” She shrugged, dark eyes widening. “I had a funny feeling.”

      “As did I. Any sign of his father?”

      “He came to the door. Brody was anxious for me to leave.”

      An oily feeling curled in his belly. “That doesn’t sound good.”

      “This may seem silly—” she glanced up at him and then back down, absently picking at the curled corner of the Knoxville News Sentinel “—but as I drove away, I tried to keep watch in my mirrors without being too obvious.”

      “Not silly at all. See anything?”

      “When I turned the corner, I thought I saw his father slap the side of his head.” She exhaled a little breath of frustration. “I’m not sure, though, and it might have been a friendly thing like dads do sometimes.”

      “You mean like a welcome home, a love pat?”

      “Exactly. My dad used to put my brother, Trey, in a headlock and they’d wrestle around. Guy stuff. That’s probably what I saw.” She nibbled her bottom lip.

      “But you don’t think so?”

      “Something’s not right, or Brody would have let us call his father that night. His dad was not out of town.”

      “The kid lied.” He wasn’t surprised. No drowned rat of a boy refused to go home to dry clothes and a warm bed without good reason.

      “I think so. I asked him directly and he sidestepped the question with a vague reply that was all but an admission.”

      Hayden inhaled deeply and sat back in the chair.

      Home was hell for some kids. A few were lucky enough to escape. He’d lied about a lot of things, too, usually to his mother but often to others. Lies he passed off as excuses. His mama was out of town. She was sick. He’d forgotten to ask her.

      He swallowed back the intruding thoughts. They were discussing Brody, not him.

      “I talked to Trey,” Carrie said. “He couldn’t recall any problems from that address, not since he’s been on the force.”

      “Did he know anything about the kid’s father?”

      “Basically common knowledge stuff and what Brody told me. Clint Thomson is employed at the Big Wave boat factory. He hangs out at Brannon’s bar on Second Street. No record of arrest except for a DUI a few years ago.”

      “An alcoholic?”

      “Or maybe a man who has a few beers after work and got caught once.”

      “What about Brody’s mother?”

      “She left before Trey came back to Honey Ridge, but I asked my mother. Brody’s mom, Penny, was the quiet type who didn’t socialize much. She didn’t even attend church, which is a social no-no in Honey Ridge. Mama didn’t recall anything about their divorce.”

      “No close friends or job or anything?”

      “I didn’t ask, but apparently not, because Mama, who basically knows everyone and his dog in Honey Ridge, was barely acquainted. Apparently, the breakup was one of those private things that happen. She was unhappy in her marriage and left.”

      “But she left her son, too.”

      “Sad, isn’t it? Maybe she thought Brody, being a boy, would be better off with his father. I’ve known couples who did that. Mama took custody of the girl. Daddy took the boy.”

      “But wouldn’t she care if the old man is knocking him around? I wonder if he hears from her. If she knows things are rocky?”

      “I think your writer’s brain is kicking into gear.”

      “Meaning?”

      “We don’t know if Brody is being mistreated, Hayden. Maybe he and his dad had a disagreement that night. Maybe he got in trouble at school and didn’t want to face the music at home. Kids do that.”

      Hayden rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess that’s possible.”

      His fertile mind did overreact at times and suspect trouble where none existed. That was how he got his story ideas. Experience had taught him that beneath every smile was a heartache. Behind every cloud was a tornado. Not that he’d mention a tornado to Carrie.

      “When Trey was about that age, he got in trouble with Dad for something. I don’t remember what he’d done, but he ran away and hid in Grandpa’s barn all day.” She spread her hands. “And I can promise you, the Riley kids were not abused.”

      All of what she said was true, but Hayden’s instincts, honed for survival, rarely let him down. “If he doesn’t complain and no one sees anything illegal going on, his dad could get away with hurting him.”

      “He goes to school. His teachers would notice.”

      Hayden didn’t smirk. He didn’t even react. Once in a great while a teacher noticed, but mostly not. Hayden knew better than anyone. Teachers were only human, and if a kid kept his mouth shut and wasn’t a class disturbance, no one noticed; no one asked the uncomfortable questions.

      That was the problem with home situations. A stranger, even an interested one, couldn’t see what was happening behind closed doors. “Perhaps you’re right and it’s nothing serious.”

      For all her reasoning to the contrary, the small frown between Carrie’s eyebrows said she still worried.

      “Does he come into the library much?”

      “Almost every day after school.”

      Hayden glanced at his watch. “Which can’t be too long from now.”

      “What if he does? How is that helpful?”

      A muscle jerked below his eye. He reached up and rubbed as if he had an itch. A tic. A twitch. A mental hiccup in a man with crazy in his genetic code. “If something is happening to him at home, he’s safe here.”

      Knowing the kid had a refuge, even for little while, brought Hayden a measure of peace.

      “Tawny and I set up a cookie tray in the foyer for after school.” Carrie gestured toward the front of the library. “I think that may be his dinner.”

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